Hey guys ! just to remind you, I'm french so I'm not really comfortable with the whole english narration thing. Anyway. To those who were asking Cato was that OOC in the first chapter... well, I hope you find the answer in this chaptah.

Btw, I want to thank you all. I woke up this morning with 34 emails from ff . net ! I didn't expect so much.

Cato's POV.

Lady GaGa : So happy I could die

Chapter Two

"I belong to you, Cato, I was wrong, and for that I am so, so, sorry." he whispers to my ear. I turn my head, just to see Marvel's back, a meter from me. I try to call him, but nothing comes out of my mouth.

I shook my head against the floor. This isn't the floor, this is so soft.

I try to move my head. I can't. All I see white. Oh, I get it. I must be in heaven. I must have died from my fall. I think about my parents. For how long have I been dead already ? They must be so worried, if not mortified.

I think about Marvel. Oh, sweet Marvel. I hope you're not blaming yourself, oh, please. Don't blame you. You're not the one that did this to me, I did that on my own.

Speaking of the devil – the angel would be more accurate – Marvel turns back and looks at me.

This is suddenly so blur, I can't see a thing. Just a form moving towards me : I guess it's him. Some other forms are around us, but I don't look at us. Marvel holds my hand, or maybe it's not him, I don't know. It might be someone else.

For a moment, I'm not sure. But all I know is that I'm happy with that person, both in heaven. I like to think that we are watching the stars together. Or maybe it's just me, staring at his eyes : I don't know.

Suddenly, he backs off and leaves. I call him, he doesn't answer. I try again, but he's so far away...

Time flies, but that person is the only one that I see every day. Everyday, that person holds my hand. Having he right here, with me, makes me happy. When he leaves me for the night, I'm sad. I'm sad, I had no idea I could be that sad. This person brings me strength, without him I would fall apart. And I do fall apart, at night. Everytime he leaves, I see myself falling down the cabin. I don't know how long my fall lasts. The only thing I know is that I see it on repeat until he comes back. Then, my fall ends, and I find myself on that bed of clouds.

I still have hope that this is Marvel. Maybe he has changed his mind. But I doubt about it.

The moment he enters my room everyday, I always recognize him. Because of his smell. He does not smell like the woods. He smells like bread. I like this smell so much, now. He's holding my hand right now.

If I wasn't dead already, I would die again. Everytime he leaves me. Like I died when Marvel left me.

Then, I suddenly realize.

Something is wrong. No, actually, Marvel, you're the one that made me this. It's your fault if I am dead. It's your fault if now, my parents are all alone, without any other child to take care of.

This is your fault.

This is your fault.

"I think he just said something." a familiar voice says near me.

"This is your fault !" I repeat.

"He's awake." another voice says.

The hand gets off mine.

No, stay ! I don't want to die again.

I don't want.

"I don't want to die again."

"You're not – You're not dead, Cato !" my mother screams.

As I slowly open my eyes, the smell of bread leaves me. I'm on my own now. And I am feeling really angry at Marvel.

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"Some people tell that Marvel pushed him !" a girl says to another.

"I think he tried to kill himself." a boy says. "He stayed 2 weeks in the coma !"

Cato, try to stay calm. I tell myself.

Those judgmental bitches are starting to irritate the shit out of me. Couldn't they leave me alone for once ?

As I walk down the corridor, someone hits me, letting her books fall on the ground.

"Sorry", she mumbles without even looking at me.

She's not in my division. She's a cute redhead – I don't have the time to see her any longer because she runs away. I don't even bother apologizing : now everyone is kind of running from me.

I don't give a damn. Since I woke up, I'm a whole different, brand new Cato. Nothing like the other one : caring, sensitive.

I enter the room I have class in. Everyone looks at me, except Marvel.

"Got a problem ?" I say, like I dare anyone to come and ask me what they all have in mind.

No one moves, so I just look for a seat. Each one is already taken, except a girl at the back of the room, and of course, the seat next to Marvel – needless to say that I'm not sitting there.

The girl's name is Clove. She's a tough girl. I think the new me and her will get along well. I look at her, she immediately nods.

I sit next to her. She looks at me.

"I only allow you to sit here because I forgot my pencil case at home. You better have some pens."

"Like if you were going to take notes anyway." I respond.

"Good answer, sweetie." she says with a disturbing look. "You passed the test."

I shrug. "What are you even talking about ?" I ask, even though I don't care about her answer because she seems a bit crazy.

"Well, my friends and me are curious about you" she explains with a crooked smile. "Since you don't hang with you buddy Marvel anymore, I guess you have more time to hang out with other people."

I shrug, once again. "If you say so." I look through the window.

"I understand you're not thrilled about this, and that doesn't surprise me. But still, if you feel like you want to have some fun, or even someone to... talk to, you can count on me. On us."

"Who is us exactly ?" I ask, not even a bit curious.

"So, there's me, Thresh, Glimmer, and Finnick – you know, the older guy, always half naked on the parking in front of the high school, that's him.

I raise my eyebrows.

"You guys are a bunch of weirdos."

"Which you also are, my dear Cato." she says with a sweet smile on her lips, that I'm not buying any second.

"I'll see." I simply answer. I've got nothing more to tell her.

Everyone stops talking as our teacher, Mr. Crane, walks into the room.

When the class is over, I get out of the room. The corridors are full. Everyone's staring at me. I go to my locker : some random nerd were in front of it. No time to lose with such losers. I push him without even looking. Everyone stops watching me. I open my locker. Then falls a note.

I hope this first day has been easy, Cato, it says. Here's a little something to cheer you up. x

No one signed. Who could that be ? I'm dying to know. I sniff. I frown, then it hits me. There's this smell. The smell I liked. The boy that came everyday to see me in the hospital.

I look behind the note. There's a bread. I quickly look from left to right : no one's looking at me right now. I take the loaf in my bag and close my locker. When I look up, I see Marvel, just in front of me.

"Erm... hi."

"I don't want to talk to you" I say.

He swallows.

"I know, but, uuh..." he starts.

"Don't bother."

I walk towards the exit of the high school. He tries to chase me.

"But, Cato !..."

I turn back, and violently push him on the ground. That's an advantage I have. I've always been bigger, and stronger than him. Everyone looks scared but it doesn't matter.

"Leave. Me. ALONE." I say, before whispering so no one else can hear : "You don't want your little secret to be known by everyone... do you ?"

He swallows.

"That's what I thought." I say with a winner's smile on my face. And at that very moment, I deeply know that I've changed. And I like it.

Ohhhkay. So... I hope you guys now understand that if Cato was "OOC" in the first chapter, that was on purpose. He had to have a past, something that makes him suffer. Because there's no good story with a flawless hero, is it ? :)

* le tired sigh * This is the reason I stopped writing the other one...

Even though I want to keep writing fanfictions, it just seems harder and harder...

Trying to remind you : I'm french and I'm not used to write fanfictions (so not used to write about someone else's characters) : I write novels (my first one just came out yesterday). So, please : I beg you. Be gentle with the reviews. :)